I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

we both fitted. If our corners were not rubbed off they were at least pulled in. But deep in us both was something that made us require more for happiness. I didn't know what I wanted

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.